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At the moment the hammer dropped, Fabian Lyon walked up to me, holding the yellow
diamond ring.
He cast me a contemptuous glance before turning to walk toward Julie Phelps.
Amid the stunned gazes of the crowd, the seven–million–dollar diamond ring was placed on Julie’s finger.
In that instant, applause and cheers filled the entire hall.
The flashing cameras focused on the two of them.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through my abdomen, and blood gushed between my legs.
One of my colleagues quickly noticed and rushed me to the hospital.
I had miscarried.
It was all because of the emotional turmoil.
And the father of my child, Fabian, was nowhere to be found.
He was busy holding Julie and answering questions from the reporters.
“Mr. Lyon, is this lady your wife?”
It was well–known in business circles that Fabian had a wife, whom he had been married to for five years but never once appeared with in public.
It was also known that he had a cherished little sweetheart.
So the reporters eagerly wanted to confirm the identity of the woman by his side.
“She is the love of my life,” Fabian answered with a gentle smile, his arms wrapped around Julie, who lowered her head shyly.
The vague answer didn’t escape the sharp eyes of the reporters, but they merely nodded in
response.
Lying in the hospital bed, I watched the video of them on my phone. My heart tightened, every inch of it stinging.
Five years of marriage to Fabian had been a sacrifice between two powerful business families.
I had fallen in love with him.
Yet Fabian had never acknowledged me in public.
He once told me, “I don’t want Julie to be hurt. I hope you understand.”
So, all this time, I played the part of a sensible wife in a political marriage, silently doing the work I loved.
A young nurse came in, muttering to herself in frustration.
“Where’s your husband? Why hasn’t he come yet? If he doesn’t show up soon…”
I interrupted her. “I’ll sign it myself,” I said.
She fell silent, a tinge of pity on her face. She seemed like she wanted to say more but just sighed and left.
After signing the paperwork and paying the fees, I walked out of the hospital alone.
The harsh sunlight forced me to squint
Through the blur, I saw Fabian helping Julle inte of Maybach
The sunlight reflected off her diamond ring, making it sparkle even more
Mest of the time, the large villa felt empty with just me in it
But today, Fabian came home for the first time in ages
He gently supported Julle as they entered.
Palma, sorry to bother you twisted my ankle, and Fabian didn’t want to leave me alone,” Julie sold, extending her injured ankle.
There was a faint red swelling, barely noticeable unless you looked closely
“Mm.” I nodded and stood up, planning to head upstairs, but Fabian stopped me.
“Sleep in the quest room tonight. Julie’s ankle is injured, and the bed in the master bedroom
would be more comfortable for her.”
That bed had been a gift from my mother.
It was the time when Fabian had offended people in the underworld for Julie’s sake,
A car without a license raced by, and instinctively rushed forward to push him away
Pain coursed through my body as I saw him hurriedly rise, anxiously asking Julle if she was okay, while completely ignoring the fact that I was covered in bruises,
I
When I woke up, I was told had suffered a shattered leg
From then on, I could only sleep in the bad my mother had designed for me in order to feel less pain.
“Butt” began.
“Enough. Can you stop arguing with a patient?” Fabian interrupted, his tone impatient.
He helped Julle into the elevator and left me standing alone in the living room.
Reluctantly, I made my way to the quest room.
The quest bed was uncomfortable, and my broken leg, along with the physical toll of the miscarriage, made it impossible to sleep. I cried the entire night.
I think it was time to give up on Fabian.
